Obama Disappointed Cabinet Failed To Understand His Reference To 'Savage Sword Of Conan' #24
A holdover from the Bush administration, Gates told reporters he may have gotten off on the wrong foot with the new president, citing an occasion when Obama asked him what he knew about 1984's Secret Wars, a 12-issue limited Marvel release. Gates then handed a visibly confused Obama 1,400 classified pages on covert CIA operations in El Salvador.
1. I mean, let’s face it, we didn’t have slavery in this country for over 100 years because it was a bad thing. Quite the opposite: slavery built the South. I’m not saying we should bring it back; I’m just saying it had its merits. For one thing, the streets were safer after dark.
2. You know who deserves a posthumous Medal of Honor? James Earl Ray [the confessed assassin of Martin Luther King]. We miss you, James. Godspeed.
...7. They’re 12 percent of the population. Who the hell cares?
8. Take that bone out of your nose and call me back(to an African American female caller).
I think it's a great sign that Limbaugh looks so terrified about Obama. And an even better one that other cons are backing away from him.
My last words to Bush and Cheney, and all their henchmen, as they laugh off into the sunset, having gotten away with it all? You claim to be Christians. So I hope that you're right. I hope there is a Heaven and especially a Hell. Because that means the bunch of you, for eternity, will be used, and re-used, and shared and hopefully never even washed, as condoms by hordes of big, warty demons as they continue their thousand-year-gang-rape of Hitler and Stalin.
Rot and die. And please, let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
loneliness + alienation + fear + despair + self-worth ÷ mockery ÷ condemnation ÷ misunderstanding x guilt x shame x failure x judgment n=y where y=hope and n=folly, love=lies, life=death, self=dark side (page from Final Crisis by Grant Morrison and J.G. Jones (c) 2009 DC Comics; scanned by Doop)
I suppose I should have expected it. But you know, I think it's ridiculous and I'm sure you do too. I'm talking about Cafepress, after a year of not one complaint, banning This Sickness because they don't like the covers.
Well, I've got a brand new issue, #4, featuring the reprinting of the now-unavailable "October Surprise." It's been reaady to go since the beginning of December. But thanks to Cafepress being censorious douchebags, you can't see it, either through them or at Zanadu Comics, as I can't print 'em up now. Even though nobody is offended by this book! And you can't get issues 1-3 either.
But I refuse to change these covers. Though I might shift on that if I get impatient enough.
Beautiful, I thought. Just when you begin to lose faith in America’s ability to fall for absolutely anything—just when you begin to think we Americans as a race might finally outgrow the lovable credulousness that leads us to fork over our credit card numbers to every half-baked TV pitchman hawking a magic dick-enlarging pill, or a way to make millions on the Internet while sitting at home and pounding doughnuts— along comes Thomas Friedman, porn-stached resident of a positively obscene 114,000 square foot suburban Maryland mega-monstro-mansion and husband to the heir of one of the largest shopping-mall chains in the world, reinventing himself as an oracle of anti-consumerist conservationism.
The Chicago Tribune asks Chicagoans: why the hell do you live here, as wind chill drops the temperature past -20 degrees? I remember how horrifying it was my last couple of winters there, and to think this one is actually worse...well, it makes me feel a bit whiny for bitching about the comparatively brief, if heavy, snow here in Seattle that has already melted.
A few responses:
Krista Markowski of Palatine pointed a frozen finger at her ancestors: "Because my family settled here generations ago. I blame them!"
Paul Bauch of Park Ridge hit a little closer to home: "My wife makes me. I want to move to New Mexico, but she has this silly idea that it's good to live near her family."
There were staunch defenders of Chicago—"Best city in the U.S."—and those who called it a "frozen, inhospitable, arctic hellhole of a city." One person said that at least "it's better than Canada," while another said he lives here "because I'm an idiot."
An update on that Oakland BART cop who murdered a suspect: apparently he refused to cooperate with the investigation into what he did and fled to Nevada. Where the bastard was caught. So I have to compliment the authorities for acting swiftly. I should remember that not every place is Chicago, where this sort of thing gets you promoted.
Warren Ellis, December 16, 2000: Let me first congratulate my American readers for finally having a President selected for them. My contacts in the American political power structure inform me that the American national anthem will be changed in January to "Duelling Banjos" from the film DELIVERANCE.
Fuck The Police: The Execution of Oscar Grant by the Coward Officer Johannes Mehserle
I remember working as a dispatcher for a Novato security company, and my conversations with the guards, who aspired to become police, many of whom later did. I remember how some were talking about a "coming race war," and how all of them bemoaned not being allowed to carry guns(because the company wouldn't spring for a permit). Why? To protect themselves? No, because "then we could get into some real shit," one said with a grin. Meaning they'd get to shoot people. Particularly ones that were black and brown.
Not all cops are like this, but police work attracts this type given few other professions have moments where killing without reprisal is as possible, and times being what they are, forces around the country are recruiting who they can, much like the Army.
Look at it. The cop pulls out his weapon with zero provocation, once the suspect, Oscar Grant, is face-down on the ground. No danger at that point to anyone, and cops all around. But for no apparent reason, once the suspect definitely can't fight back, Officer Johannes Mehserle fires directly down, and the man's head is jelly.
Is this what cops are for? In South America, perhaps.
And I know cops moan all the time that they don't get respect. You know what? Until you punish bastards like this one, humiliate them publicly, send them to jail and remove them from your ranks, you're all potential murderers till proven otherwise. If you want to protect psychopaths like this, and turn police work into just another way to enable murderers, then enjoy the shoe because it fits.
This one resigned. Not good enough. He belongs in jail. This was in no way justifiable--this was first-degree murder. He did it because he wanted to.
"Serve and protect" is what it says, not "terrorize and execute".
Andersson says his son had trouble delivering the required two recruits a month, especially after his experience in Iraq.
"How could you be over there and see some of the things he saw and dealt with, and try to hire people to go over there and do that?" he says...
Chris Rodriguez, a friend who worked with Aron Andersson as a recruiter, says no one wanted to lie, but pressure on recruiters is intense during wartime. Recruiting is considered one of the most stressful jobs in the military.
"A soldier doesn't want to get down and beg a person to join the Army, but I think often at times these recruiters, myself, we felt like we were begging them and trying to do anything to convince them to give it a try like we had," Rodriguez says. "We often sat in the recruiting station, sometimes really late, and talked about how we'd rather be in Iraq than recruiting."
From the late 1980s, in a documentary by Ken Viola called "Masters of Comic Book Art." And yes, that is Harlan Ellison introducing them, and yes, that is a hideous jacket he's wearing. And I love what Sim says about "two people talking," though I had a VHS of this once, and I thought even then that his connection of that to David Byrne is a little odd.
"Eternity with Beelzebub, and all his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me and this pencil." - E. Blackadder, 1791 Questionable
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